Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Newlyweds

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Frances awoke to the sound of harsh voices conversing in an unknown language. Her head was pounding painfully, and she squeezed her eyes tight against the bright sun. The slightest of movements made her body ache. Releasing a shaky breath, Frances winced as she turned to the side. Had it been a dream? The sweetest of all, but a dream nonetheless? Eventually, she managed to open her eyes and adjust to the light.

Crumbled sheets greeted her sight, but the elf was nowhere to be seen. The wooden planks though, indicated that she was indeed in Legolas' cabin. But where could he be? And what was this agitation outside? Harsh voices shouted at one another; a few elvish words intertwined by hushed tones. Moaning in pain, Frances realised that her skin glistened with sweat. Damn, she was ill, and confused!

The young woman stumbled to a nearby chair, panic rising in her chest at Legolas's absence. Her nightgown was nowhere to be found, leaving her naked and very exposed. The ship had stopped its graceful swinging. Had they been attacked by pirates? Not that she would be of any help in her state of undress. Nor could she sustain a battle; she was so weary the simple fact of standing used all of her energy.

That's what you get for swimming two miles in the icy Ocean, you damn girl.

But it was worth it ... so very worth it! Somewhere in a trunk, she found one of Legolas' tunics. His scent immediately surrounded her, and her heart settled. No, his presence was everywhere; it was no dream. The completude she felt, the pure bliss of his bright Feä insider hers taught her everything she needed to know. They physical union had completed the bond.

Speaking of which, she reached for the link and was greeted by radiating happiness, as if Legolas' Feä welcomed her into his embrace. Frances sighed. Never before had she felt so complete, so blissful. It was another world experience, and she granted a thought to her counterpart – the original Frances - who would never know such happiness. Being loved by an elf could have no equivalent.

A rasping noise came from the door, and Legolas' blond head popped up behind the wooden planks. He was tall; his head nearly brushed the ceiling while Frances had to lift her arms to touch it. Feeling a little self-conscious, from her state of dress, Frances smiled shyly. His radiant smile answered hers, feeding her heart with so much light that her chest heaved.

"I am glad you are awake, Meleth, I was getting worried you might be getting sick."

"Well. As a matter of fact, I am..."

He was at her side faster than it took her to blink, taking her hands into his warm ones. The contact caused a shiver to run up her spine; she was not used to being touched so often yet. Not that she minded! His touch was so intense, so sweet that she wanted nothing more than to melt into him. Albeit her body felt exhausted, she wanted him so badly! That elf would be her undoing.

Oblivious of her line of thoughts, Legolas' lips graced her forehead to test her temperature; he frowned. His worry permeated through their bond, swirling like waves of unrestrained anguish. Her eyes wide, Frances breathed deeply to prevent his despair from drowning her. How he feared for her life! So much that it was nearly crippling. How he could sustain such strong emotions without crumbling down was a mystery she had yet to solve.

Legolas was strong, stronger than she initially thought if he had survived three years in such a state of agony! Still, she could not let him sink into this pattern; he could not spend his whole life worrying about her well-being. She was no weakling.

Smiling, she caressed his cheek, her fingers dancing slightly over his radiant skin, her hazel gaze conveying reassurance.

"Do not worry my love, it will get better in a few days. It was quite a strain for my body."